Blackwell intimidated her to her core, unnerving her in an odd way she couldn’t describe. Richard Blackwell was a self-made man, several years her s...nior. He was a man of few words, more of action, but when he did speak, he went straight for the heart of the matter. There were no platitudes or sugar coating from him. If she were honest with herself, she did find him attractive. His hair was mostly dark; except for a few wisps of gray winding its way through it and his eyes were a deep. It would have happened sooner, but Momo was jealous and would do everything she could to make sure we didn't. Once I knew that the transformations would keep happening, I decided to move. I bought a small cabin out in the woods where I knew that the girls could go outside freely. Sonja and I were intimate our first day there." How long until the next girl appeared?" Chloe appeared in October. She was a mouse living in my woodshed. Unfortunately, since we hadn't spent any actual time together. "If you could remember far enough back, you'd know what that was like. I fed you with them," she said."I bet I liked it," he said."You did. You were a greedy little thing. Sometimes you used my nipples for a pacifier." Did you know that some girls at school last year carried around pacifiers on a string around their neck, and sucked on them during class sometimes?" Good Lord no," she said. "Why on Earth would they do that?" I don't know. I was too chicken to ask any of them." It was probably a. A nose sniffed the air.Man! The owner of that nose growled, and padded towards the smell.George squatted over a log. That was one of the few problems with paradise, no toilets. No ass-wipe either. Oh, well, a few leaves , and ... Damn, now he had it all over his hands. He reached down to lift his pants, then thought better of it. No, the creek was only a half-dozen steps away. So, grab your pants with the clean hand, and just trot yourself on down there.Again the nose quivered. Yechhh! What a.